My True Wonderland

My True Wonderland

A golden light shines through the underbrush, morning glories open up to its warmth. I sit under the great oak tree, watching a chipmunk prance through it's roots, with his mouth full of seeds. I lay down on my back, looking up through the branches I see the pale morning sky. Cotton ball clouds whirl through the sky, changing shapes and telling me stories. I get up and walk through the peaceful forest, birds are chirping, squirrels are chattering, butterflies dance to the birds' melodies, little mice play tag in the bushes. A peaceful world I live in, no wars, plagues, no evil, just peace. This is my wonderland.